Ahhh, for all of you who don't know this through experience or, you know, basic common sense, doing yoga for the first time in months and then getting incredibly drunk is not a brilliant idea for a day. It feels fine at first, but then you wake up the next day and are so sore that it feels as though you may, in fact, fall apart at your break points.
Today I'm going to inform the world about the wonderful place that I discovered to get massages: Pho Siam. I was in Silverlake Friday, frequenting one of the restaurants that I tend to... frequent, and I ask Wendy, a source of constant information about the surrounding area, where a good place to get ones aching joints soothed might be, as I had just spent four days impacting my muscle tissue in one way or another, and with the added benefit of getting virtually no sleep in the interim, felt rather like a tin of packed ground beef.
She informed me of Pho Siam, in Philippinotown. After expressing my concerns about various Thai massage institutions I had heard rumor of in Los Angeles and the potential proclivity for illicit activities and the possibility of a police raid, she assured me that it was absolutely a place of immaculate repute and that not only would I be soothed greatly by the healing touch of the masseuses there, but that I would save a nickel or two as well.
After quickly accessing the website for the establishment, I learned that it was just as she said, an hour-long massage cost only fourty dollars, and the various other services that they offered were equally affordable, so I called up and made an appointment for the next day.
It was, luckily, very close to my home, and had parking provided for it's customers. On entering, I discovered that they accepted only cash for their services, so I had to use the ATM that they provided, but quickly paid them off and made my way, despite being early, back to the area where they do all of their full-body massages, a dark room with individual areas that are divided by thin curtains. After stripping down into just the pair of loose pants that they provide, I lay down and, presently, the soft-spoken, tiny asian woman who has to release all the tension I built up over the week silently shuffled into the room.
Now, I've gotten my fair share of massages. Generally, my largest concern is, upon their kindly ushering me out of the room, looking back at the time and thinking "Could that really have been a full hour?" I can promise you, this is not a concern that enters into the mind at Pho Siam. Every time I thought the kneading and caressing was done, the masseuse merely ask me, in the sotto voce that I frequently had to request a repeat of, to turn into some new position so that she could attack some new muscle group that I wasn't even certain existed beforehand.
I cannot recommend this place highly enough, as long as you make certain that you bring the cash.
Today I'm going to inform the world about the wonderful place that I discovered to get massages: Pho Siam. I was in Silverlake Friday, frequenting one of the restaurants that I tend to... frequent, and I ask Wendy, a source of constant information about the surrounding area, where a good place to get ones aching joints soothed might be, as I had just spent four days impacting my muscle tissue in one way or another, and with the added benefit of getting virtually no sleep in the interim, felt rather like a tin of packed ground beef.
She informed me of Pho Siam, in Philippinotown. After expressing my concerns about various Thai massage institutions I had heard rumor of in Los Angeles and the potential proclivity for illicit activities and the possibility of a police raid, she assured me that it was absolutely a place of immaculate repute and that not only would I be soothed greatly by the healing touch of the masseuses there, but that I would save a nickel or two as well.
After quickly accessing the website for the establishment, I learned that it was just as she said, an hour-long massage cost only fourty dollars, and the various other services that they offered were equally affordable, so I called up and made an appointment for the next day.
It was, luckily, very close to my home, and had parking provided for it's customers. On entering, I discovered that they accepted only cash for their services, so I had to use the ATM that they provided, but quickly paid them off and made my way, despite being early, back to the area where they do all of their full-body massages, a dark room with individual areas that are divided by thin curtains. After stripping down into just the pair of loose pants that they provide, I lay down and, presently, the soft-spoken, tiny asian woman who has to release all the tension I built up over the week silently shuffled into the room.
Now, I've gotten my fair share of massages. Generally, my largest concern is, upon their kindly ushering me out of the room, looking back at the time and thinking "Could that really have been a full hour?" I can promise you, this is not a concern that enters into the mind at Pho Siam. Every time I thought the kneading and caressing was done, the masseuse merely ask me, in the sotto voce that I frequently had to request a repeat of, to turn into some new position so that she could attack some new muscle group that I wasn't even certain existed beforehand.
I cannot recommend this place highly enough, as long as you make certain that you bring the cash.
koleeta:
it's about believing people when they say something with true intentions, and later finding out that it didn't mean the same to them as it did to me. Not all about lying. I can tell when something is/was a blatant lie.